Berlin

Before you get to Berlin, it’s has already gotten into you. It’s hugeness, it’s atmosphere, it’s character, it’s total variety envelopes you when you step out from her underground network into some of her famous names —– Potsdamer Platz, Kurfurstendamm, Brandenberger Tor and Alexander Platz. History follows you every step.

Sometimes you arrive in a suburb and wonder were all the germans have gone. Kreuzberg has the biggest Turkish population outside of Turkey. I look around and around as a thousand images and impressions peculate through my eyes into my mind. This place is a mind blast. This place is tough. This place is incredible. I walk down the pavement in Kreuzberg. This place is also for the totally alternative young. I like the weirdos here —- they seem to go with the graffiti and all the bars that follow each other —one by one. I look into a shop window, where you can buy everything that is Punk/Weird/Bike/Alternative and black with studs. A  black T-shirt with white writing reads —– ‘Ich bin ein Berliner and F***ken hardcore’.

photo: Holocaust Memorial (left), Skalitzer Street (middle) and Sculpture in Spree River (right).

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